# Chapter 1652: Sword-Viewing Cliff
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Sword Mountain was located in the vast wilderness, a boundless and continuous mountain range. At the outer edges of the range, martial artists often came to walk about and observe some ancient relics left behind by Sword Mountain's powerful experts.
The history of Sword Mountain's existence was so ancient that no one knew how long it had stood. Throughout the ages, powerful experts had emerged from it in successive generations. Among them, some sword cultivators who stood at the pinnacle possessed terrifying power—able to split heaven and earth with a single sword stroke, severing mountains and rivers. Sometimes, they would refine their swords in this vast, endless mountain range, or test their swords against others. Thus, sword relics would be left behind, containing overwhelming sword intent that could endure for tens of thousands of years without dispersing. Sword cultivators who comprehended this ancient sword intent could almost feel the breathtaking sword battles of the past, gaining profound insights.
At this moment, on a Sword-Viewing Cliff, many sword cultivators stood atop a severed ancient peak in the center, gazing at the sword peaks on all sides. Their expressions were solemn as strands of sword intent permeated the space, making the void feel heavy.
Among those on the Sword-Viewing Cliff were men and women, old and young. Many were disciples of Sword Mountain, while others were sword cultivators from outside who had come to comprehend the ancient relics. The peaks that had been sheared flat by swords, or the cliff walls split cleanly down the middle by a single sword strike, seemed to hold sword intent that was eternal and indestructible.
This was the power of formidable sword intent. Even without the force of immortality, pure and powerful sword intent alone could endure forever.
"In the past, two sword dao predecessors fought here, destroying nineteen peaks. Even the remaining peaks are covered in broken cliffs and shattered walls. That battle must have been unimaginably terrifying," a young man said, his eyes filled with longing. He closed his eyes slightly, as if trying to comprehend the earth-shattering, terrifying battle scene of the past.
In the void, Lin Feng's figure drifted over like the wind, descending before a broken cliff wall. As he sensed the sword intent permeating the entire space, his heart trembled violently. This sword intent seemed to envelop the entire area, as if it would tear and annihilate everything. Moreover, one of the sword intents felt very familiar—lawless and heaven-defying.
"Senior Skyless Sword Emperor fought here with someone," Lin Feng's heart trembled. Since this was a battlefield, the person who fought against Skyless Sword Emperor was likely a terrifying expert from Sword Mountain. Because the other sword intent was no weaker than Skyless Sword Emperor's—it even seemed slightly stronger. It was a terrifying, heavy sword intent that could crush heaven and earth. Even if you were lawless and heaven-defying, it would still suppress you.
"Could Skyless Sword Emperor's injuries have been caused by this battle?" Lin Feng murmured to himself. He didn't know how that sword battle between cultivators had ended. But since it took place outside Sword Mountain, he should be able to ask about it.
With this thought, Lin Feng swept his gaze around. Some people were sitting cross-legged beside the cliff, meditating. Others stood on the severed peak in the center. Still others floated in the void with closed eyes, comprehending the sword intent of the ancients.
Lin Feng took a step. In a moment, he arrived before a young man sitting on a steep cliff wall. Suspended in front of the cliff, Lin Feng addressed the young man with closed eyes: "Excuse me, may I ask who the two predecessors who fought here were, and how did the battle end?"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the young man's eyes suddenly snapped open. A sword beam shot from his pupils, sharp and fierce enough to blind a person. He had been comprehending sword intent here, and someone dared to disturb him.
"Scram!" The sword beam shot out, stabbing at Lin Feng. The white robe on Lin Feng's body fluttered, showing signs of tearing.
Sword cultivators were sharp, arrogant, and looked down on everything.
"Chi, chi..." Suddenly, from Lin Feng's body, a torrent of sword intent erupted like a primordial beast, surging outward like river waves and mountain-toppling tides. It was so heavy it could crush everything, forcing the sword intent on the other man to shrink back under the pressure.
"What a formidable sword cultivator." The man's pupils sharpened further. Endless sword intent poured out, trying to tear through the void, unstoppable.
"Boom!" Lin Feng took a step. The overwhelming, heavy sword intent crushed heaven and earth. The other man's sword intent shrank back from all directions, the shooting sword beams continuously retracting. His expression changed drastically. He was also a powerful sword cultivator. With the might of his sword, he could easily kill ordinary Ninth Layer Venerable Martial experts. Even against powerful Ninth Layer Venerable Martial sword cultivators, he dared to claim he wouldn't be at a disadvantage. But now, he was being absolutely suppressed.
Many people sensed the clash of sword intent here and looked over. Their eyes were all sharp and fierce. The sword intent on both men was formidable, carrying the sharpness of sword cultivators. But the sword cultivator standing on the steep cliff seemed to be completely suppressed.
"Boom!" Lin Feng took another small step forward. It was just a tiny step, but it struck the other man's heart like a heavy hammer. The man grunted, his face turning pale. Such a heavy sword, such a terrifying momentum.
"Sir, stop!" the man shouted. But Lin Feng took another step. The rolling, mountain-like heavy earth sword intent pressed down. The man's legs couldn't stand steady; they trembled continuously. His face was as pale as paper.
Finally, the young man on the cliff lost his sharp aura. It could no longer condense and was crushed, scattering in all directions. He grunted again, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. His body was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into a large rock on the cliff wall behind him.
Lin Feng took a step and hovered above the young man. His handsome eyes had now become extremely sharp.
"Answer me." Lin Feng looked down coldly. He was also a sword cultivator with the sharpness of a swordsman. Since the man wouldn't answer when asked politely, he would crush him.
The young man leaned against the large rock, his face pale. At that moment, a gust of wind swept by. A series of terrifying sharp auras rushed straight at Lin Feng. Three young sword cultivators descended behind Lin Feng simultaneously, surrounding him.
Neither side spoke. There was only the sharpness of swords.
The wind howled. A sword condensed in Lin Feng's hand. It was a heavy sword, much larger than an ordinary sword. Just looking at it, one could feel its weight, enough to crush everything.
At the same time, the three men also drew their swords. Each carried two ancient swords on their backs. The sword they now drew was the one on the left. Silver light scattered, its sharpness pressing forward.
"Ordinary silver light swords. All entry-level disciples of Sword Mountain have them. The other swords on their backs are green light swords, imperial artifacts that only inner disciples can obtain. These men are all inner disciples of Sword Mountain, very powerful. Now, they've only drawn their silver light swords, not using their imperial artifacts. After all, three against one is already bullying."
The crowd watching thought to themselves. If these men had chosen to fight one-on-one, the outcome probably wouldn't have been much better than the man who crashed into the rock.
"Slash!" A voice rang out. Three silver sword beams slashed out simultaneously. The sword beams interwove into a net, firmly trapping Lin Feng's body with no escape. That patch of void seemed about to be torn to shreds by the net-like sword beams.
Lin Feng's figure moved like the wind. The heavy sword in his hand smashed forward fiercely. The sword net shattered, and his body charged straight at one of the men.
"What heavy power in his attack. It's somewhat similar to the Sect Leader's sword intent." The three men's hearts trembled. Lin Feng's speed was terrifying. In an instant, he appeared before one of them. That man's silver light sword stabbed nine times in rapid succession into the void, weaving a formidable sword curtain. At the same time, the silver light sword broke through the air, tearing toward Lin Feng along with the curtain.
Lin Feng still held his heavy sword and smashed it out fiercely. Even the sword curtain was nearly shattered by him. Seeing this, the Sword Mountain expert's hands trembled rapidly in the void, weaving layers of sword curtain light patterns that merged into the curtain. This time, Lin Feng's strike failed to break through.
The two men behind him had also arrived. Silver light swords broke through the air. Even before the swords arrived, the silver sword beams had already descended. The silver light sword was primarily about speed, its attacks as fast as silver light.
"Inner disciples of Sword Mountain are indeed formidable. But that man is also very strong. Otherwise, an ordinary person would have been killed instantly under this level of attack," the crowd observed the silver shadows. The movement and attack speeds of the four were terrifying. Though it took time to describe, life and death were decided in an instant.
"Boom!" Lin Feng stomped heavily on the ground. Suddenly, the entire void seemed to become as heavy as a mountain. The three sword cultivators felt their bodies grow heavy, their movement techniques affected.
"Break!" Lin Feng's heavy sword swept out with the momentum of a thousand armies. The two silver beams were slashed apart. The terrifying heavy force sent the two men retreating. Lin Feng continued forward. The heavy earth sword should break everything with force.
Lin Feng's body rotated slightly. Holding the sword in his right hand, he suddenly slashed down from the sky. A heaven-splitting sword beam seemed capable of splitting mountains and seas. The Sword Mountain disciple below turned pale. No matter what sharp sword technique he used, it would be shattered under this heavy strike. A heavy sword had no edge, but its force could break heaven and earth.
"Crack!" The man plummeted downward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The other two had ugly expressions. They roared in anger, and their martial souls appeared. Both martial souls were identical—a terrifying giant sword floating behind them.
"Slash! Slash!"
Two shouts rang out simultaneously. The giant swords behind the two men slashed out with endless sword intent. A storm of sword curtains swept across the entire sky, leaving no gaps. Two giant swords advanced within the storm. One giant sword contained the essence of wind, making it faster. The other giant sword turned golden, making it sharper.
"A sword cultivator's attack power is indeed terrifying." Lin Feng's heart trembled as he saw the storm of sword curtains attacking. At the same time, he raised his heavy sword with both hands. The mountain-like heavy earth sword intent roared. Then he slashed out fiercely. In an instant, a curtain of heavy earth sword appeared in the void. No matter how the endless storm slashed at it, it stood unmoved.
Lin Feng swung his sword again. This time, it was a sweeping sword beam that cut through the void at waist height. The sword storm was torn open with a huge gap. The two giant swords were sent flying back with a long howl. The two Sword Mountain experts each spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies retreating. The sword storm gradually dissipated in the void.
"This sword cultivator is really strong. His sword dao is truly somewhat similar to the Sword Mountain Sect Leader's," the crowd looked at Lin Feng standing proudly in the void. The siege of Sword Mountain disciples couldn't shake him at all.
At this moment, an extremely sharp aura spread out. The few Sword Mountain disciples placed their hands on the hilts of the green light swords on their backs, preparing to draw their imperial artifacts to fight.
"If you draw your swords again, I will no longer hold back. I will kill you on the spot," Lin Feng's gaze swept over them. His eyes were like swords, giving them heavy pressure. The men's hands froze on the sword hilts. They truly dared not draw their green light swords. Had he been holding back all along?